I don’t even have enough change to get a candy bar from a vending machine.”“You get an allowance?”“The first of the month my mom sends me a ...undred dollars for incidentals. I spent the last of it on some books I needed for a class.”“I’ll buy and you can owe me.”They reached the snack bar. Rich took out his wallet and counted his bills. “Three dollars,” she remarked. “You’re not much less broke than me.”Richard reached behind his driver’s license in its clear window and produced a twenty-dollar. Oh well, it's not like you haven't seen me in my underwear before!" She laughed."Oh it don't matter to me. Seen one, seen 'em all." Of course nothing could be further from the truth. Harry knew her body was a rare gem. A perfect combination of curves and soft, white flesh. Utterly irresistible. Tracy stood up and carefully removed her blouse. Her arms pulled the shirt up over her tits revealing the massive, soft cleavage created by her white and yellow striped push up bra. Harry had lust in his. It was my boss, asking if I was in.Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang. I walked to the door and opened it, wearing nothing but my waist length, black see through negligee. There was standing my handsome black Boss. He was older than me; but still going strong. I let him come in, saying my husband was not at home I we had about four hours to spend without any interruption. I walked towards the bedroom and he followed me; his eyes ravenously eating up my curves which the negligee did nothing. The night was full of the cicadas' song and the churr of crickets. Lightening bugs flickered in the fruit trees, and heat lightning flared quietly out toward the hills.Seth's mother, still dressed as she had been when her younger son had been taken from her, carried a small lamp to the door. "Who is there?" she asked."Messenger, madam," came the reply."Who is it?" she said without touching the heavy door."I have a message from your son."A familiar voice, she thought. Which son? Her pulse.